Bonnie Day is all about O.T., she has been trying to hook up with him for a long time. Now she has started to get a little too aggressive, when he rejects her this time, she threatens to tell London River, his main girl, that she's already slept with him already. Tragically for her, he's sitting with London when he gets the text with the threat, and the two of them know exactly what to do about her. When she arrives at O.T.'s place to meet him, she is instead met with London's fist and a quick nap.
When she wakes up she is all wrapped up in belts in a burlap sack with her mouth bound in a tape and cloth gag. Now it is time for O.T. and London to have their fun and exact their revenge on the presumptuous girl. O.T. slices off Bonnie's panties with a knife as London humiliates her by drawing a face on the sack where her face should be. The two of them take turns punching the sacked up girl.
O.T. then takes out a few of his tools and beats her body over and over again. He gets her all wrapped up in black gauze like a mummy, then slices a hole in it for him to be able to access her ass. He uses his cane to beat it until it is bright red. Then it's the whip cracking all up and down her body lashing against her soft skin. And after that the flogger, slamming against her until she screams.
As she is standing there with her head locked into a wooden yoke, our crew strips her so naked they even take the piercings out of her pussy. Abigail will only wear what we put on her today, mostly the marks of our corporal punishment.
Sablique, wearing sexy lingerie with stocking, high heels and elbow length satin gloves, balances on her knees with her hands bound over head on the bed, a crotch rope tied on her and a ball gag in her mouth. A rope tied to her crotch rope pulls her forward and makes her arch her back.
Gorgeous Cobie is laced up in the sleek leather straitjacket from Jeroen Van Der Klis. Shiny grey pantyhose coat her fabulous legs, and Cobie wears some very sexy black strappy heels. Once straitjacketed tight, a black ballgag is used to gag her, and her legs and ankles are bound together with leather straps. She rolls around and struggles on the floor.
First off, her holes could use a bit more training. Jack Hammer has more cock than she can handle. She is going to have to learn to deal with the dildos before she can upgrade to the real thing.
Chanell Preston is built to fuck. She is a high speed sexual athlete who runs on cock. She is a lush, booming beautiful hottie that is here today to be completely disgraced and destroyed as only Sexuallybroken can deliver. And today we have not one but two rock hard dicks to totally take down this athlete. Bound down on her knees between two wooden posts, shackled and bound with leather belts, Chanell is at perfect dick height. Anyone that wandered by could avail themselves of her face pussy. Which is exactly what we do. We run an endless train on her tonsils, completely reshaping the back of her throat. Chanell is pounded out into sexual subspace via cock. As her eyes mist over and the deep back of the throat lube is brought up and slathered over her beautiful face, you can see Chanell slipping away. She gasps and moans around a mouthful of dick, deep in that animalistic zone an overload of cock can provide. We challenge her, slamming it home balls deep, making her take it all the way to the base. She limply hangs in. It is time for total destruction. We pick up the pace, hammering it home with a vengeance. Chanell is not given a chance to get on top of it or catch her breath. One after another they own her throat meat without mercy. Jamming our fingers down her well used mouth hole and tightening up here neck chain seals the deal. Goodbye Chanell. We leave her limp in her bondage, used hard and completely disgraced. That is the look of someone that got hit by the cock truck.
Genres: Corporal Punishment, Abandonment, Anchor Shackles, Ankle Tie, Ankles tied to Wrists, Ass Caning, Ass Play
Video language: English
"The horror and the grace", she knows that line all too well. Poetically, it describes her predicament perfectly. Her inability to remember the lines, under the stressors that Creep delights in applying, will result in much suffering. The electrified prod strapped into her cunt is a case in point. Creep dressed her for the occasion with leather mittens pulled up between her shoulder blades and locked to the choke collar stretching her neck. Of course, she is adorned in the inevitable pantyhose. He loves stretching them, like another skin, over her lower extremities. A tight corset limits her breathing and the pantyhose accentuate her long legs. She leans over a grubby kitchen table, wobbling in a pair of black high heels, reading from his iPad. She recites Percy Shelly’s “Medusa”. Deportment is strict. She must recite the lines while gazing at him. When she falters he presses the buttons on the remote sending a pulse of Faraday’s juice through her nethers to induce contractions. She must commit this poem to memory for he has promised her a session with the cane -- a stroke for every faulted line. Creep is living in a romantic horror. He is beguiled by the grace that is hidden in the character of this whore. The sexual substance of his schizoid world is to design ordeals that arouse terror in her. This is such a gripping pleasure as he studies her struggle; her expressions of suffering in the memories he collects on his tablet. Yet, his tending and obsession to this seeming pray -- has convoluted his lust. Fixated upon her, his gaze is becoming a mirror of himself.